// we stood, steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
“Yeah, I’m okay!” They confirm to Wessex, sinking into the bench contently and listening as she goes to answer all of their questions. It’s a lot, and they take it all in slowly, nodding to let Wessex continue. A few things they commit to memory, the name mostly, nodding at the mention of the Prince’s appearance – nothing that they’d shy away from, they don’t think. They imagine it must be hard enough as is let alone having people judge you.
The fact that he acts more like a child is something Azrael can relate to as well, the way that the Prince doesn’t like to do things people try to force him into. Perhaps it’s just a lingering teenage rebellion in Azrael that allows them to relate a small fraction. “Okay. I’ll be careful.” They assure Wessex again, flashing a small fanged smile as the gears work in their head, trying to piece things together.
They almost have a glazed look, a far off glimpse in their gaze before it snaps back up to Wessex with a nod. “Isla’s really nice! And maybe… Maybe I can heal the Prince and with Isla being a doctor for us…” Pieces start to fit together, their shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug, but a hopeful gaze lifts to Wessex’s face to see if she’s pieced it together the same.
The fact that he acts more like a child is something Azrael can relate to as well, the way that the Prince doesn’t like to do things people try to force him into. Perhaps it’s just a lingering teenage rebellion in Azrael that allows them to relate a small fraction. “Okay. I’ll be careful.” They assure Wessex again, flashing a small fanged smile as the gears work in their head, trying to piece things together.
They almost have a glazed look, a far off glimpse in their gaze before it snaps back up to Wessex with a nod. “Isla’s really nice! And maybe… Maybe I can heal the Prince and with Isla being a doctor for us…” Pieces start to fit together, their shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug, but a hopeful gaze lifts to Wessex’s face to see if she’s pieced it together the same.
Azrael
